It is warmer to day than ever. Nothing very
extraordinary has happened to day. I thought some I would get a letter to day, but I never. This evening I was so sleepy. I laid down on my trunk and went to sleep. I was sitting there studying, and laid down time I got over my lesson. The flies would not let me sleep long. After I came from recitation this morning, I amused myself by catching flies for about fifteen minutes. There was another "
Newg" in our section this evening. The boys bored him a good deal. One fellow bored
Old Hub
by making [fiss] with his book. He
(Old Hub)
looked straight at him for about five minutes. After supper I went out to the brick yard and looked at
Old Fatty's
pump. He is making a pump to bring water from the branch
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about one hundred yards off. I can't describe it for it isn't done. There was another fellow along with me. We stayed about half an hour looking at it.
This is the worst kind of paper to write on. I beg to be excused for all the blotches I make in it (the book). I know I will be page torn with it, and expect will spell some words wrong in my hurry.